I’m so tired of looking for a place to live. I literally live on rental websites, refreshing the pages every minute just to find something. For some reason, no one wants to rent to me with my cat. Everyone is against the cat. Today, I found a pretty decent apartment. It seemed to be priced exactly how I wanted— not too expensive. But while they were willing to accept a dog, they were strictly against having a cat. On 20 square meters, I can’t really imagine a dog.
Also, whenever I do find a decent apartment, it’s on the 25th or 27th floor. Right now, I’m staying with my aunt, and she lives on the third floor in a gated courtyard. But in the middle of the night, I woke up to two very, very loud explosions. I was almost thrown out of bed by the blast wave. And this is the third floor. I can only imagine what’s happening on the 15th, 17th, 20th, like people are offering.
I’m trying not to lose hope, even though I constantly feel angry, upset, and hopeless about finding something suitable for myself. I never thought it would be so hard to find just a place to live, especially in the capital, such a huge city.
In the meantime, I’ll share these photos with you. And I want to say that I’ve finally found the most comfortable lingerie in the world for myself. I think it looks pretty good. What do you think?
Jeff Van Niel
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